We thought it was going to be a quiet Father's Day since our kids had come over the night before. They all had plans for Sunday and the younger boys were going to race their 4-wheelers. Since it was three hours away and the track was through the woods, hubby and I didn't attend. Our middle son (age 21) has raced for two years but it was the first race for our youngest son (age 19).
It was definitely a quiet day and one of the longest of my life. We got a call that son #3 had wrecked and was going to the hospital by ambulance. Fortunately a friend who is an EMT (emergency medical technician) was there and offered to ride with him and call with updates. We agonized over jumping in the car or waiting for the initial evaluation to see if he might be lucky enough to be treated and released. As the results of the first x-rays and CT scans slowly came in and there were no broken bones, we finally felt some relief. It was four long hours before he was taken off the backboard, the neck collar was removed and he was allowed to go home. They returned at 1:30 a.m. to some very grateful parents. I can't even express how thankful I am to the friends and his big brother who were there for him, the medical professionals who took care of him and for the protective riding gear that did it's job and saved him. He has had a long, sore week but it's a miracle that's all he suffered. And this isn't even our first ambulance ride but that's another story...
This was the scariest and best Father's Day ever!
|His riding jersey after being cut off him in ER|
|Photo sent home to parents to prove he was OK|